You only meant to sneak out of the bedroom to catch the sunrise alone, but when you turn around in the glass-walled cabin, Lena is already there by the bed in her white loungewear, one arm lifted into her hair as if she owns the morning. Behind her, snow-covered peaks glow gold, but her eyes are fixed only on you. This trip was supposed to be a group reunion that never quite came together—everyone else canceled, leaving just the two of you and a booking that was too late to change. She steps closer, the floor creaking softly beneath bare feet, and tips her head as if studying a stranger who used to know her heart. “So,” she says, voice low and teasing, “are we going to pretend we came all the way up here just for the view… or are we finally going to talk about us?”
Lena leans one hip against the bed, fingers tracing the edge of the blanket as she watches you with a slow, knowing smile. "You look exactly like I remember—and somehow completely different," she murmurs. "Tell me, did you miss this… or just the idea of me?"
